The person who painted this painting must be a newcomer. She has been immersed in the circle of calligraphy and painting for many years, and she is still very familiar with the painting styles of the more outstanding painters. She originally guessed that it was painted by Mr. Fu's apprentice, because she could see it from it.
It was a bit like Fu Lao's style, but Zhao Feifei denied it outright, and she was a little disappointed.
"Why did Mr. Fu accept such a disciple?" Liu Yun sighed, she was very disappointed!
"I heard that he was found from the countryside. He must not know much about art!" A boy said in a calm tone, but the meaning of his words was very hurtful.
Zhuo Yuexuan was so angry that she argued: "This is Xiaowei's painting."
"Her paintings! Zhuo Yuexuan, you really dare to say anything. It's not like I haven't seen her paintings before. A cat was painted like a dog by her. How can it be compared with this painting on such a basis?
." Zhao Feifei said, looking at Ling Xiaowei lightly, "This is not about buying stones. Luck doesn't work, it depends on strength."
"Yes! Although she stole the show at the Duan family's banquet, this is an art exhibition and relies on strength. Zhuo Yuexuan, you'd better not talk nonsense, it will bring trouble to others!" There was a girl.
He advised, and looked at Ling Xiaowei with half-smiling eyes.
These people are prejudiced against Xiaowei's background. Why should these well-dressed young ladies and young men look down on others?
Zhuo Yuexuan felt sad for Ling Xiaowei, Xiaowei was obviously so good!
"Xiaoxuan, stop talking, we will figure it out later." Ling Xiaowei pulled Zhuo Yuexuan.
Zhuo Yuexuan thought so and stopped arguing.
At this time, the announcement was announced on the radio that all participants should enter the venue next door and the on-site painting competition would begin.
"Let's go! Xiaowei, let those who look down on others take a good look at your strength." Zhuo Yuexuan was also angry and started to rant.
Fang Ximeng on the side smacked his tongue and said in surprise: "Xiaoxuan, you have changed!"
"Screw you, why have I changed? I'm still the gentle, kind and lovely Zhuo Yuexuan." Zhuo Yuexuan said with a smile, took Ling Xiaowei's hand, and walked to the partition together.
At this moment, ten tables were placed in the partition. These ten tables were prepared for the top ten selected this time. Among the people who came, there were old and young, and the old was only more than thirty.
Ten people signed their names and took their seats.
In front of everyone's desk, there were pens, inks, paper, inkstones, and various colors of paint. Ling Xiaowei found that there was no gold color she needed, so she asked the staff on the side for a box of gold paint.
The other party understood and gave her a box of golden ones.
This little move was seen by Liu Yun who was standing aside, and he was suspicious in his heart. Could it be that Fu Lao's apprentice also wanted to imitate others? He was really overestimating his abilities.
This is considered an additional test to prove the authenticity of the paintings in the preliminary round. After all, the paintings in the preliminary round were completed at home, so it is possible that someone will write them on their behalf.
So all the contestants gathered together and improvised a painting on the spot to prove it, and also took the opportunity to let people in the art circle get to know each other.
Most people are still happy to go to the scene in person and prove themselves.
But! One person was missing today. When everyone saw that someone was missing, they became curious.
At this time, an uncle said: "I think the second painting must have been painted by this person!"
"It's very possible! It's just a pity that I can't see this person. His painting style is so refined, so he must be a refined person." Jinling Changzi An, who lives next door to the uncle, said with regret.
This Chang Zian has already gone to college. He is wearing a Hanfu and is very handsome. His words are also refined.
Ling Xiaowei glanced at the two people in front of her and raised her eyebrows, wondering what their expressions would be when the answer was revealed.
Outside the competition venue, there were many people around. Whether they were interested in painting or not, they were all very interested in this kind of live competition. Outside the competition venue, the master and his wife were standing among them, both of them smiling at Ling Xiaowei.
He waved his hand and silently encouraged her.
The leader of the organizer of the Yihui Art Exhibition announced the title of this competition.
One word, spring!
This question is really simple enough. There are so many things that can be expressed in spring! But because there are so many things, it is easier for people to fall into misunderstandings.
As soon as I pick up the pen, I may want to draw everything, and then the whole picture will be very heavy.
Moreover, the time is limited, so the scene cannot be spread too big. This is actually not a simple question. Sometimes simple things are not ordinary.
Zhuo Yuexuan, who was at the table next to her, whispered to Ling Xiaowei: "Unexpectedly, this is not a self-proposed proposition!"
Ling Xiaowei nodded and said to Zhuo Yuexuan: "Come on!"
The originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet. Some people were still thinking, and some had already begun to write!
Ling Xiaowei laid out the rice paper and then measured the paper with her hands. This made Liu Yun, who had always paid close attention to her, shake his head! It turned out to be a piece of straw. This was painting, not tailoring. She actually pointed her hand at the paper.
Measure.
I really don’t know how such a person could be selected.
Ling Xiaowei had already conceived the idea. She was immersed in her creation, but she didn't notice that someone suddenly walked into the venue in a hurry from outside.
This person was late, a very individual and artistic man with long hair. He reported his name, verified his ID card, entered the venue, and asked the staff for a box of gold powder.
Everyone present saw all this, and basically everyone agreed that this person should be the author of the second painting.
Two hours of free painting time is a long time for some people and is completely enough, but for some people it is not enough.
For example, Ling Xiaowei, she can now determine her own painting style. She has inherited the rigor of her master's painting style, but at the same time she has inherited her own delicacy. She has very high requirements for details, just like she makes clothes, so she has to concentrate on painting.
painting.
So when most of the people in the painting field had finished the painting, Ling Xiaowei was still painting with her head down after handing in the manuscript. Until the end, she was the only one left.
"Look, this Ling Xiaowei is still painting. Is she not good enough? She has been painting for so long."
"What kind of masterpiece is this going to be? It's taken so long."
"Let me guess! She probably painted all the spring peach blossoms, pear blossoms, and rape blossoms in their village."
The little sisters in Zhao Feifei's cultural circle laughed at me every time you said it.
"Feifei, we saw your painting. It's really good. You will definitely win the first place!" someone complimented.
Jinling Chang Zian said to Liu Yun: "That peony painting of yours is really graceful and elegant. I really admire it for painting it in such a short time!"
"Thank you for the compliment, Brother Chang. I see that what you painted should be the grand scene of Jinling and the cherry blossoms of Jiming Temple!" Liu Yun said with a slightly red face.
